Ropes

Today looked bright and inviting, until we braced the sea air. A wind so cold, it made our faces hurt. J and M moaned their way round the harbour (J insisting that if he has children he'll never make them go on walks in the freezing cold). Had to collect a cone of chips (obviously) on the way back to the house to warm fingers. And then the inevitable snuggling in for film (found an old VHS of Billy Elliot) and card games.  Pretty near perfect.